Qeya River but i am petrified

Ignorant for the time being - despite trying to keep tabs on his surroundings - the wandering boy struggled to the top of the embankment and paused. His legs were filthy from his adventure along the riverside, having sunken in to the moist edge when he desired a drink. The water continued to drip from his snout, plastering the fur of his throat down and giving him a more sleek appearance; coupling that with his evident hunger, and he looked almost like a young zombie. But those eyes of his weren't feverish. They remained bright, and took in his surroundings for a minute or so, as if the boy was deciding where to go next. He no longer seemed interested in the river.

But before Kasiya could make up his mind, he saw first a black figure - a bear, perhaps, - and his head went from the raised look-see position of an eager, excitable child to the lowered omega-stance he was accustomed to. His ears fell back upon his blue-gray head, and he let out a small whine of indecision. Was it a bear? Had he somehow come upon a bear's territory and woken it? It was spring, so perhaps it woke on its own -- and he was small, an easy meal to anything with the right appetite. Whatever aggression powered the entity, it seemed to dwindle as they came closer. Kasiya sank down, his shoulders hunched and eyes averted, waiting for the end.